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So I’m trying to post a (totally unrelated…) picture of Elsie, but it’s freaking the whole post out. Perhaps I’ll try again at the end, if I remember by then.

Speaking of remembering, I forget what my point was. I keep getting ideas then forgetting what they were. Talk about frustrating, eh?

There’s something about posting something big, or ineffable, or even just very serious, that leaves me silent for a while afterward. I said, on Twitter, that it’s like having a baby… you need a break and can’t repeat the same feat over again for quite a while.

I went to speech therapy (which may occasionally slip through my fingers as ST, for those of you who don’t know what that means) today for the first time. I was very, very nervous.

The most important thing is that the SLP confirmed my need to type. She said that communication should never be frustrating, lest I begin to give up altogether. She says that typing is a perfectly valid means of communication, a popular one at that, and that if I am stuck, or frustrated, or overwhelmed, or shutting down, that I am not to drive myself crazy but to type.

So, once we’re all on the same page… easy, right?

Well, gosh, see, now I’m all shy about it! I know that some people think I need to talk and not type (nevermind that sometimes I simply can’t talk, so I don’t understand this sentiment), so now I’m afraid to type for them. I’ve fought for this, and now I’m scared. I know (or rather, I fear) what they will be thinking if I type. I may actually need to be encouraged and reassured in order to type for them, and I just don’t know if they’ll go that far.